Put On a Show {Hollywood Undead x reader x Deuce} OLD

Control

A/N: I have no idea what this even is, but enjoy.

You didn't seem to calm down until the end of dinner, but no one seemed to mind. After a short conversation with the boys and telling them they could stay for how long as they want, you stood up from your seat and stretched. The nice calm popping sensation in your shoulder caused a loud crack to go through the room, which seemed to only get a glare from your butler, who didn't enjoy that sound effect as much as you did. Billy soon dismissed himself to one of the only spare rooms in the house, which held some books he liked to read in his down time if he was doing a task like folding the wash.

"Sorry?" You chuckled before walking into the kitchen picking up your phone only to see that you had received a text while you were away. "Guys, if you want, you can go into the lounge!" You called to the band while opening up the text.

"Alright!" Jordon called back, indicating that the boys took your offer and moved into the lounge. Meanwhile, you looked over Aron's text and replied.

From: Aron

How's "my princess" today?

To: Aron

...Do you want to get hit, Aron?

From: Aron

Hey, I'm only saying what the media thinks.

A small frustrated sigh escaped your lips as you typed a response.

To: Aron

They won't think that for long.

From: Aron

Until then, you're my princess.

To: Aron

Do I get a say in this?

From: Aron

Of course not.

You were about to reply, but someone walking into the room made you lock your phone and place it back onto the counter.

"Yes?" You asked, spinning around to face the doorway, only to see Dylan leaning on the door frame. "Oh, hey Dylan."

"One, this place is fucking huge how do you even navigate it? Two, I can't find the bathroom." You tilted your head to the side and cocked an eyebrow.

"It's not that big and know the hallway that you saw in the lounge?" You asked kind of slowly.

"The long-ass one?"

"Yes, Dylan. The long-ass one." You chuckled slightly.

"Alright." You watched him exit the room and was just about to turn back to your phone before he walked into the room again.

"What door was it again?" He smirked, obviously he remembered but decided to mess with you for the time being. Your face deadpanned and you walked away from your phone, it was obvious he wasn't going to allow you to be alone at this time.

"Do you want me to walk you there or something?" You asked jokingly.

"Actually, yeah." His smirk only grew wider as you folded your arms over your chest.

"I was joking, Dyl."

"Well, I wasn't." He teasing continued. By now, you had enough of his actions and shrugged.

"Fine." You grabbed his hand suddenly and lead him through the dining room and out into the lounge, avoiding the curious looks of the others as you quickened your pace and dragged him into the hallway, pausing at the place where you described the bathroom to be. With your free hand, you opened the door and gestured into the rest room. "Bathroom, meet Dylan. Dylan, this is my bathroom and he wishes you a nice piss." Dylan laughed lightly as your joke, adding onto it.

"It's nice to meet you, Mr. Bathroom." You rolled your eyes but the smile on your face seemed to contradict that movement to him. You suddenly froze as the tips of your ears began to become pink, feeling Dylan's thumb brush over your own. The heat only seemed to travel to your face when you remembered him tickling you in the car.

"Well, uh, you should do what ever you have to do." You quickly stated, pulling your hand out of his grasp and flashing a kind smile before leaving him alone in the hallway. You went back to the lounge with a foggy mind, sitting down in the empty love seat and trying to figure out the feelings that were buzzing around in your chest. This was a feeling you had felt before. This was the same feeling that you had while reflecting on when you had knocked over the water at Aron's. Also, it felt vaguely like your emotion when Danny had allowed you to keep his hoodie, which now seemed to be a thousand more times softer than when you had put it on this morning. The buzzing in your chest soon met with your fogged thoughts, causing the feeling of static to coat you body. This feeling only fled when you felt someone's hand on your shoulder, making you jump.

"Y/n, are you okay?" George asked, his blue eyes looking directly into your (eye color) ones.

"Y-yes. I'm sorry."

"You're shaking." You didn't even notice until he pointed it out. These words seemed to catch the attention of Jorel, Matty, Danny, and Jordon as well, their faces flushing with concern.

"If you're not feeling good, we can leave..." Matty offered.

"I'll be fine." You painted a fake smile onto your face and forced your muscles to relax, which masked the shaking as well.

"If you say so." Jordon looked at Jorel at that moment, who only shrugged.

"How about we watch a movie, guys?" You asked, standing up. George's hand fell from your shoulder when you went out of his reach. You crouched down to the small cabinets that lined the coffee table and searched through the movies. "Is there anything you all want to see?" They all just shook their heads, making the choice up to you. After a second two of sorting through the well organized titles, you finally found a movie where you did not make a cameo or starred in. "Why do I have so much movies of myself anyway?" You grumbled to yourself as you walked over to the DVD player and put in the movie. You turned around and was about to go back to your seat when you noticed a certain butterfly loving man had stolen it. You narrowed your eyes at him temporarily before giving up and sitting down on the couch. A few minutes into the movie, Dylan had re-entered the room. Your lips pursed as you watched him from the corner of your eyes.

Please don't sit next to me.

Please don't sit down next to me.

Please don't sit down next to me.

Fuck.